All things needed
that's what she was to me.
Love undying is what we had,
now starved to skin and bone,
too weak to hold onto the,
“is there anything left”,
the strength to carry on,
holding what has let me go.
Dreaming of the day,
we find way back.
Losing sight of that dream,
that has appeared to disappear.
Grief,
depression,
sorrow,
loss too great,
heart too empty,
questions too unanswered.
Looking for that sign of life,
in this lifeless live I'm living,
with this loss
of all things needed.
